I as in team

I would like to cry but unrandom tears would appear childish. Their reflection in the rippled puddle would be carried to the shore, carving into the sidewalk's curb a barren passage under the thorn asphalt, into the sewage of hope. I like to dream but the sleep is always ended abruptly like a tectonic fault, drifting me to a territory I never intended to travel. There, I am asked for a stamp that the mockingbird received from the eagle's claw's only.

I bought a ticket for a vehicle of transportation and I let it to be strayed out of my palm by the passing wind. And, it didn't go too far. Was picked up by a man that stopped on the manhole and he turned it into a paper plane for his kid. He threw it forcefully upwards.

The hard work and the fatherly figure were embeded in his propulsion. Shortly after the excitement, the carton plane came down, crushing onto a one way sign. The man was disappointed while the child understood the outcome even though physics weren't his forte.

I remained immobile for a while during which I aged.

When I stopped by the planked fence to hijack the breeze that was whirling through, many passed me by, all searching for coolness.

I took my shoes off during the first drops of rain just to antagonize my finger nails. Herds of people were trying suicidally to dodge the drops. They knew what a desert mirage is and wanted to run away from it. Running in either direction, they would die of thirst.

I stampede over everyone's dream even though the multitude of hooves belong to the dreamers.

The society marching onto the crooked curb was formed just to dismantle another one it appeared, empirically, like a glazed donut gliding onto the throat of a malefic peace officer.

Just as the day was ending, I stumbled upon a group of people that were jumping in a hora. From afar, they seemed as one, entangled, unbreakable. Approaching their spinning frenzy, I saw asymmetry in their moves, each leg following a different beat while they maintained their unity. Their hands around each other's neck resembled the unforgiving claws of a prehistoric predator and their heads becoming an adulterous prey. Their will to dance alone, their hands interfered with their own necessity to grasp onto someone they could call brother for a moment.

I am a part of a team that plays a different game. The team is belonging to a division that only changes player while the rules remain. Now, I am my team.